The Magician of Rebirth

In the dark dungeon, the handsome young man walked slowly under the guidance of the guards. The light from the oil lamp imprinted on his long brown hair, showing a golden color.

When they walked to a cell, the young man smiled and thanked the guard who led the way, and walked gracefully into the cell with the manner of walking towards a luxurious palace.

"General Sharamon, it is a great honor to meet you. I am Paris, the commander-in-chief of the magician team of Salaman's army."

"I have admired your name for a long time." Sharamon bowed slightly, with a calm expression, and the shackles on his feet did not damage his dignity in the slightest. "The Battle of Wharton City, I have personally experienced your forbidden spell, and its power is amazing."

Paris frowned, and his face, which resembled the wind wolf by six or seven points, was radiant, "The general is overrated. Then how does my forbidden spell compare with the previous wind wolf?"

Sharamon frowned slightly, and thought for a while: "There is no comparison. He would not use magic in such a way that would hurt both sides."

Paris didn't seem to expect to get such an answer. He was slightly stunned for a moment, and then put on his smile again, "I've heard that General and Your Excellency Wind Wolf cherish each other, and it seems that it is true."

"Your Excellency, you are not here to discuss the issue of the wind wolf, are you?"

"Okay, let me be straightforward. General, do you intend to join the rebel army? You should already know the corruption and greed of the nobles. Such evil deeds will inevitably be severely punished by Ilari. And the rebel army, currently It is faithfully carrying out the will of Ilari to bring happiness and hope to more civilians."

Sharamon adjusted his sitting posture, leaning his upper body slightly forward, his eyes burning: "So, your Excellency is also a member of the rebel army?"

"Well, meeting the general this time is also the meaning of our leader. It is estimated that by now, the nobles of Gaston have searched your mansion for the letters you secretly communicated with us."

Sharamon frowned, "You also have contact with Gaston's upper echelon?"

"Hehe, it can only be regarded as taking what they need. Then, general, what is your intention? Do you sit here and wait for death, bearing unwarranted charges, or simply cooperate with us to eradicate those who framed you? I can promise that when it is done, Your status and wealth will only be above the present, not below the present. Our leader appreciates your character and ability."

Sharamon lowered his eyes, his expression unpredictable. "If we cooperate with you, can you now decide to take me out of here and clear my name?"

"General, you are really joking. How can I have such great power, but we definitely have a way to protect your life." Paris looked at Charamon's expression, and then added with a smile: "However, if you refuse Don't expect your knights to save you. The evidence of your crime is solid, and I am the adjutant of the Salaman City Defense Force. I will definitely live up to the king's trust in me and ensure that the sanctions against you go smoothly. "

Sharamon's eyes were deep, his legs were crossed, and the shackles made a clanging sound, "Mr. Paris, I cannot make a decision to betray the country based on your one-sided words. In my opinion, I have been with you for many years. Your colleagues and comrades-in-arms are much more trustworthy than a stranger who has only met once, wandering between the royal family and the rebels. Please reply to your leader and thank him for his love, but forgive me for not agreeing."

Paris's smile remained the same: "I was the one who was abrupt, and now it is really difficult for you, General, to betray your motherland immediately. Your order for the death penalty will be issued tomorrow night at the latest. During this time, you can slowly think about it." .When you think it over, please tell the guard at the door, and he will arrange for us to meet again."

Sharamon raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Then go well, Your Excellency, and may Ilari bless you."

Paris took a step towards the prison door, and suddenly turned around: "Don't the general wonder what I have to do with the wind wolf?"

The green-eyed prisoner raised his head and looked directly at the young man with a similar beauty to Fenglang: "Whatever your relationship with Fenglang has nothing to do with me..."

"...you are you, he is him."

"Paris, an archmage of the wind system, age...unknown? He has been a court magician for many years. After the death of the wind wolf, he was promoted to the chief magician of the court with his outstanding ability. He recommended himself as Princess Alice's magic attendant and was in charge of the princess In the battle for the city of Wharton, he shot five bursts of forbidden spells, severely damaged the enemy's ace light cavalry battalion, and was promoted to the deputy commander of the expeditionary force, second only to Ampere. Duke, he is the most popular candidate to be the next protector of the country." Flender read out the contents of different handwriting on the parchment in a low voice, and to find such complete information in such a short period of time, it seems that Keane's organization is still in danger. Really have some ability.

A large part of it was written in Keane's careless handwriting. It seemed that he had investigated this person in advance because of Jeff's affairs.Flender was a little bit sad, but when he saw Keane himself, he immediately threw this emotion out of his mind. Keen opened his eyes wide like a puppy, looking at Flender, expecting his praise, The Elven King badly conjured up a pair of ears and a tail in Flender's mind, and Flender slightly lowered his head, expressing his rare approval of his taste.

"The information is very detailed, what are you capable of doing?"

"Of course, our prince's support group is the largest organization in the college, spanning the two fields of magic and alchemy. The members cover most of the members of the first and second grades and a small number of seniors of the third grade. Detailed class notes, homework and test paper answers, adhering to the principle of resource sharing, is the best place to make friends and communicate." The black-haired boy who was praised as he wished was suddenly proud, and he recommended it to the honorary spiritual leader of the prince's support group organization you lead.The Elf King smiled evilly and shook the tail in Flender's mind.

"Backup group? Keen, are you the backbone of it?" Flender smiled and continued to speak in a persuasive tone.

"I'm the president. I established the Prince's Support Group all by myself! By the way, it was actually a special place for your admirers to exchange information, Flanders, even now after the reorganization, you are our spirit." Leader. You don’t know how many people have been saved by your homework and test papers!”

It's really the least challenging thing in the world to get the words from Keane's mouth, er, no, it's the second least challenging thing, and the least challenging thing is to get the words from the mouth of the Elf King.Flender secretly slandered, ignoring a certain elf who was tossing the river in his mind, and the arc of the corner of his mouth became more and more shocking, "So, I am the prince you mentioned?!"

"Well, Flender, you are as good-looking as a prince, as smart as a prince, and as good-hearted as a prince." Keane nodded desperately, completely oblivious to the wind blade silently gathering in his friend's hand.

The ink bottle floated to Kean's elbow in a slow and weird state, and was knocked over by him at once, and then the wind blade was thrown instantly, and the tragedy was staged again.

Flender left his ink-smeared roommate and walked outside with a relaxed expression. The sun had not completely set, and there was a bit of coolness in the air, which made people sober-minded.The library of Imperial College really lived up to its reputation, and it even involved soul magic and human alchemy, which were listed as taboos.The required information has been checked, and it is too early to act rashly. At present, all he can do is wait for further news.

Flender strolled towards the street, listening to the conversations of the people around him. Although the messages circulated among the common people have a large part of traces of manipulation by the nobles, and the facts are ridiculously distorted by their gossip-hunting psychology, but if you dig carefully, It is still possible to find clues to the truth.

Now Duke Sasha is not very popular with the people. He has been tossing for so long but he has not found the real rebels. Instead, he made a mistake and gave the evil imperial generals an opportunity to collude with the rebellious party, resulting in the beautiful red rose and the noble prince. The death has already caused him to lose most of the reputation he had accumulated before the war.But the delicate Bai Meigui fainted on the spot when she heard the bad news about her younger sister. She was overwhelmed with grief, shed tears, and couldn't get sick. This made her treatment completely different from that of her husband whose popularity had plummeted. Most of the comments about her were positive. Compassionate.

But what interested Flender most was the news from a peddler who claimed to be the third aunt's neighbor's aunt's son and worked in the city defense army.

He insisted that the relationship between Duke Ampere and Lord Paris was at odds, and even threatened that Lord Paris also loved the pure and kind white rose, which made Duke Ampere jealous.This love story is quite popular, and even the two of them have a certain number of supporters. Her Royal Highness Princess Alice has truly become the envy of thousands of girls in the imperial capital.

While Flender was listening with gusto, he suddenly saw the round-faced boy who broke into the dormitory rushing towards him, "Your Highness, the president asked me to inform you that Charamon is going to be executed! Gus Suddenly found the letter of the general colluding with the rebels, he can't live!"